The Delicious Miss Dahl: all the better to eat with you, dear

Sophie Dahl's new venture isn't merely a cookery programme, it's a wishful lifestyle show with snacks, but without much culinary insight

A little like Jesus on toast, here's Sophie Dahl in dough (Meeson/HitAndRunMedia.com)
Surely it must be an unarguable, incontrovertible, Darwinian fact that the
French were put on this earth for the primary purpose of amusing the rest of
us. You should never feel guilty about laughing at a Frenchman. His vaunting
absurdity is merely fulfilling his destiny, and while the culture they get
right has undoubtedly given the world enormous edification and pleasure, it
is the things they get so vaingloriously wrong that are the apogee of their
calling. So it is with all due respect to the eternal flame of Gallic élan
that I settle down to enjoy the miasma of self-regard that is Carla Bruni.

Now, before we start, before you reach for the green ink, I know that,
technically, Carla is an Italian. Well, technically, she’s barely human, but
she has devotedly moulded herself into being the archetypally perfect
Frenchwoman. To be French is not so much an accident